i'm looking
although clearly my vision is blurred and inefficient
and listening
although clearly my ears are clogged with too many years of depression
coupled with the imaginary voices heard by the insane
i speak to god
who reminds me
in the soul's midnight hour it is you for whom i wait.
although clearly my vision is blurred and inefficient
and listening
although clearly my ears are clogged with too many years of depression
coupled with the imaginary voices heard by the insane
i speak to god
who reminds me
in the soul's midnight hour it is you for whom i wait.
Sweet breezes often sweep the fields and woods and streets just before dawn. I hope they do for you, needing neither eyes nor ears to feel them.
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